Windsor's POV
The library felt stifling as I sat across from Pauline, waiting for Zion and Logan to join us for our study session. Something was wrong with me. My skin felt like it was burning from the inside out, and no amount of shifting in my chair could make me comfortable.
"Are you okay?" Pauline's voice cut through my haze of discomfort. Her eyebrows drew together as she studied my face with growing concern.
Before I could answer, her cool palm pressed against my forehead. She jerked her hand back with a sharp intake of breath.
"You're burning up."
"Well, thank you for noticing," I attempted to joke, but even I could hear how strained my voice sounded.
"I'm being serious, Windsor." Her expression hardened with worry. "Are you coming down with something?"
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fire racing through my veins. "Maybe it was all that drinking at the party last night. Or those freezing showers in the dorms finally caught up with me."
